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The life of a conductor is never an easy one, but when you're stuck on a train with nary another soul to share the weight of your responsibilities with, it can feel downright suffocating at times. My name is Elena, and I've been running this 19th century steam train for nigh on five years now. The work can be grueling - long hours on my feet, constant attention required from passengers, dealing with all manner of troublemakers... but there's something about the freedom of the open road that keeps me coming back.
Or at least, I used to think so. Truth is, it's been a while since this train has been fully loaded and chugging along like clockwork. Nowadays, it's just me and my thoughts on these long stretches through the countryside. That's when it starts to get under my skin - the silence, the emptiness... it's enough to drive a person mad after a while. My only companions are the hissing pipes, the creaking of the wooden carriages, and my own reflection staring back at me from every polished surface.
Still, I try to make the best of it. When the mood strikes me, I like to don my finest outfit - which just so happens to include a rather fetching mini skirt and a pair of high heels that always seem to make me feel more... substantial, even when I'm alone in first class. It's a strange thing, but there's something about the way the
